Author's comments: First, thanks to all of you who have reviewed! It's
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keep me going!
In response to the request for Ron/Princess, I've added a bit more to their "scene" in this chapter than was originally there, so I hope you enjoy that.
Also, as far as the Kilo goes, I'm really glad you like the details. I do want to menion, though the Kilo is diesel powered, not nuclear. That actually becomes important in the sequel to this story (aka "Book II") which I'm currently working on. Drakken originally wanted a nuclear sub, but decided he liked the Kilo's "ebony" hull more than the Victor III's "black" one. Ok, 'nough about submarines... on with the show! Enjoy!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------ "Mr. Brigsby, what an unexpected surprise," Princess Jenna said as Brigsby walked into the room, followed by Melbourne.
"Yes, good morning Madame Princess," Brigsby said nervously. "This is Deputy Director Richard Melbourne, my boss. We wanted to talk with you about out, um, mistake."
"Your mistake," the Princess said, narrowing her eyes, "You mean your lie!"
"Ah, yes Madame Princess," Melbourne began, "and we want to make it up to you. A new agent is on his way, and we'll be taking Ron Stoppable now." He paused a moment. "Where is he, anyway?"
"On my laptop in the kitchen," the Princess said, "Where, I might add, he is going to stay after you two gentlemen leave."
"Pardon?" Brigsby asked, trying but failing to keep from sounding too surprised.
"You two are the ones who lied, you put him up to this; it is not his failure nor his fault. And I feel that he may yet be the best suited to protect me against the dangers I face. He will continue in his role as my escort, and you two gentlemen will go back to your offices a draft a formal letter of apology to myself and Mr. Stoppable."
"Madame Princess, are you sure? I feel that we seriously misjudged the character of this young man prior to this operation. We, of course, had no intent in endangering you in any way, but I worry that some poor decisions may have been made, and I feel very strongly that these errors should, and indeed need to, be corrected," Brigsby said softly yet forcefully.
"You have misjudged his character!" the Princess bellowed, walking up to Brigsby, whom she stood only an inch shy of, and starred directly into the man's eyes. "There was a misjudgment in character, here, Mr. Brigsby. But it was not on your part. It was my mistake. I thought that you were a competent and trustworthy agent of the United States Government."
"Madame Princess," Brigsby began, "though I respect your feelings, there is no way that anyone in my position, with my responsibility, could possibly entrust your safety to that- that nitwit!"
"How dare you... there are two fools in this apartment," the Princess said, "And both of them are on their way out. Any questions?"
"No, Madame Princess," Melbourne said, hiding how stunned he truly was. Melbourne walked toward the door, followed by Brigsby, and the two men disappeared.
Princess Jenna walked into the kitchen where she found Ron indulging himself in some cookies that had been left on the table while surfing the web.
"Sounds like things were getting a little hot in there," Ron said slowly, realizing midway through his sentence he was talking with his mouthful and remembering that was considered inappropriate behavior in the presence of royalty.
"I'd go beyond a little. Do you and this Brigsby character have a history together?"
"Not really. I worked with him for a few days to learn predicate."
"He taught you grammar?" the Princess inquired.
"No... how to eat, how to walk, how to talk, that stuff."
"Etiquette," the young Princess corrected.
"Oh, yeah, right," Ron answered, scratching his head.
"So, Ron," the Princess said politely, "Tell me more about what experience you have with Lord Monty Fisque."
"Well, first time I met the dude was in Cambodia. He wanted Kim's help in recovering a monkey statue. The whole thing just gave me the creeps. Anything monkey gives me the creeps."
"Monkeys give you the creeps?" the Princess asked.
"Ah, yeah, I'd rather not go into that, it's kinda, personal."
"Come on, Ron, you can tell me anything. Let's head into the sitting room." The Princess headed towards the door, and Ron obediently followed.
Ron plopped himself down on a couch with a grunt and swung his legs up, resting his feet on the elegant upholstery. Princess Jenna took a seat on a smaller couch that intersected the other at a 90 degree angle, situating herself midway between Ron and the far end. She leaned over and touched a small button on the table, instantly igniting the gas fireplace on the wall.
"Now, Ron, what's wrong with monkeys?"
"Well," Ron began nervously, "It was a long time ago, and I was at a summer camp. Camp Wannaweep. It truly is a place of evil... the horrors I experienced there make Monkey Fist seem like a cute, cuddly, naked mole rat."
Rufus purred his protest of the comparison, but Ron was already moving on. "I was in Cabin 13, and unlike the other campers, my bunkmate was not human."
Princess Jenna laughed. "You make it sound like this place was haunted."
"Oh, but it is," Ron said slowly. "I boarded not with some other child, but with the camp mascot: Bobo the chimp."
"They made you room with a chimpanzee?"
"That was one crazy monkey."
"You do know, of course, Chimpanzees are part of the ape family. They aren't really monkeys at all."
"So you are related," Ron said suspiciously.
"Yes, we are... but that's just common knowledge about monkeys."
"He threw things... and broke things... and made scary noises." Ron felt a shiver run down his spine. "I've never liked anything that holds stuff with its feet since."
"Quite understandable," the Princess said, scooting over slightly towards Ron. "I'm sorry to have interrupted your first story about Monkey Fist... please continue."
Ron continued to relate tales of his adventures, describing in detail how he aquired the Mystical Monkey Powers and defeated Monkey Fist, how Kim nearly was turned into a monkey, and how he and Kim had defeated Monkey Fist on the space station. He then continued to regale the Princess with stories of how he and Kim and battled with Drakken, Shego and others.
"So, you risked your life and went it alone just so Kim could spend Christmas with her family?"
"It was no big," Ron said, stealing one of Kim's favorite quips.
The princess slid over, wrapping her arm around Ron. "You are such a caring person, you know that?"
Ron leaned up against the Princess, turning to look into her face. Her deep green eyes reminded him of Kim's, and her hair was absolutely stunning. Her face looked so soft and smooth, and Ron resisted the urge to reach out and touch it.
He looked at clock across the room: 1:00am. Suddenly he felt a sinking feeling in his gut.
"Ah, your highness?" Ron asked, "I have a little problem and I was wondering if you might have some advice?"
"Of course, Ron. And please, when we are alone, feel free to call me Jenna."
"I, uh, need to get a gift for a friend. It's her eighteenth birthday today, and I forgot all about it. She's back in Middleton, but I still need something for next time I see her."
"Is this Kim Possible by any chance?" the Princess asked, trying to continue to smiling even though her heart felt a twinge of pain. Though the Princess knew that her relationship with Ron was short-term at best because of their respective lives, it hurt to have another woman interjected into the mix, even if the comment itself had no intended malice.
"Yes, actually, it is."
******
"I'm sorry ma'am," the flight attendant said politely, "but you are going to need to turn off that cell phone." She motioned toward the communicator.
"Ma'am, it's not a cell phone, and it is extremely important that I be able to use it," Kim said, seeing Wade roll his eyes over the video link.
"Wait a minute... are you Kim Possible?" asked the flight attendant, the corners of her mouth curving up in an almost imperceptible smile.
"Yes, I am"
"The teen hero?"
"I just have a job to do, like everybody else."
"A job? No, my dear, this," the flight attendant said, pointing to herself, "is a job. What you do is a miracle." The attendant's mouth was now spread into a broad grin, something Kim got the impression didn't happen very often.
"Well, if you feel that way, then you'll understand why I need to continue to use my commun- cell phone." Kim hated to flout her reputation like that, but she tried to convince herself it was like asking for any other favor.
"Well, I suppose, being you are Kim Possible, we can make an exception. But try to make sure no one else sees your phone."
"Thanks," Kim said, returning a friendly grin. She turned back to her communicator. "Sorry Wade, what did you find?"
"You're not going to believe this. Tai Shing Pek Kwar was developed in Parmea, and evidently the King of Parmea is the Supreme Master of Tai Shing Pek Kwar."
"So, that's where Monkey Fist comes in? But how does he get to be ruler of Parmea?"
"Actually, it's quite simple. He kills the princess."
In response to the request for Ron/Princess, I've added a bit more to their "scene" in this chapter than was originally there, so I hope you enjoy that.
Also, as far as the Kilo goes, I'm really glad you like the details. I do want to menion, though the Kilo is diesel powered, not nuclear. That actually becomes important in the sequel to this story (aka "Book II") which I'm currently working on. Drakken originally wanted a nuclear sub, but decided he liked the Kilo's "ebony" hull more than the Victor III's "black" one. Ok, 'nough about submarines... on with the show! Enjoy!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------ "Mr. Brigsby, what an unexpected surprise," Princess Jenna said as Brigsby walked into the room, followed by Melbourne.
"Yes, good morning Madame Princess," Brigsby said nervously. "This is Deputy Director Richard Melbourne, my boss. We wanted to talk with you about out, um, mistake."
"Your mistake," the Princess said, narrowing her eyes, "You mean your lie!"
"Ah, yes Madame Princess," Melbourne began, "and we want to make it up to you. A new agent is on his way, and we'll be taking Ron Stoppable now." He paused a moment. "Where is he, anyway?"
"On my laptop in the kitchen," the Princess said, "Where, I might add, he is going to stay after you two gentlemen leave."
"Pardon?" Brigsby asked, trying but failing to keep from sounding too surprised.
"You two are the ones who lied, you put him up to this; it is not his failure nor his fault. And I feel that he may yet be the best suited to protect me against the dangers I face. He will continue in his role as my escort, and you two gentlemen will go back to your offices a draft a formal letter of apology to myself and Mr. Stoppable."
"Madame Princess, are you sure? I feel that we seriously misjudged the character of this young man prior to this operation. We, of course, had no intent in endangering you in any way, but I worry that some poor decisions may have been made, and I feel very strongly that these errors should, and indeed need to, be corrected," Brigsby said softly yet forcefully.
"You have misjudged his character!" the Princess bellowed, walking up to Brigsby, whom she stood only an inch shy of, and starred directly into the man's eyes. "There was a misjudgment in character, here, Mr. Brigsby. But it was not on your part. It was my mistake. I thought that you were a competent and trustworthy agent of the United States Government."
"Madame Princess," Brigsby began, "though I respect your feelings, there is no way that anyone in my position, with my responsibility, could possibly entrust your safety to that- that nitwit!"
"How dare you... there are two fools in this apartment," the Princess said, "And both of them are on their way out. Any questions?"
"No, Madame Princess," Melbourne said, hiding how stunned he truly was. Melbourne walked toward the door, followed by Brigsby, and the two men disappeared.
Princess Jenna walked into the kitchen where she found Ron indulging himself in some cookies that had been left on the table while surfing the web.
"Sounds like things were getting a little hot in there," Ron said slowly, realizing midway through his sentence he was talking with his mouthful and remembering that was considered inappropriate behavior in the presence of royalty.
"I'd go beyond a little. Do you and this Brigsby character have a history together?"
"Not really. I worked with him for a few days to learn predicate."
"He taught you grammar?" the Princess inquired.
"No... how to eat, how to walk, how to talk, that stuff."
"Etiquette," the young Princess corrected.
"Oh, yeah, right," Ron answered, scratching his head.
"So, Ron," the Princess said politely, "Tell me more about what experience you have with Lord Monty Fisque."
"Well, first time I met the dude was in Cambodia. He wanted Kim's help in recovering a monkey statue. The whole thing just gave me the creeps. Anything monkey gives me the creeps."
"Monkeys give you the creeps?" the Princess asked.
"Ah, yeah, I'd rather not go into that, it's kinda, personal."
"Come on, Ron, you can tell me anything. Let's head into the sitting room." The Princess headed towards the door, and Ron obediently followed.
Ron plopped himself down on a couch with a grunt and swung his legs up, resting his feet on the elegant upholstery. Princess Jenna took a seat on a smaller couch that intersected the other at a 90 degree angle, situating herself midway between Ron and the far end. She leaned over and touched a small button on the table, instantly igniting the gas fireplace on the wall.
"Now, Ron, what's wrong with monkeys?"
"Well," Ron began nervously, "It was a long time ago, and I was at a summer camp. Camp Wannaweep. It truly is a place of evil... the horrors I experienced there make Monkey Fist seem like a cute, cuddly, naked mole rat."
Rufus purred his protest of the comparison, but Ron was already moving on. "I was in Cabin 13, and unlike the other campers, my bunkmate was not human."
Princess Jenna laughed. "You make it sound like this place was haunted."
"Oh, but it is," Ron said slowly. "I boarded not with some other child, but with the camp mascot: Bobo the chimp."
"They made you room with a chimpanzee?"
"That was one crazy monkey."
"You do know, of course, Chimpanzees are part of the ape family. They aren't really monkeys at all."
"So you are related," Ron said suspiciously.
"Yes, we are... but that's just common knowledge about monkeys."
"He threw things... and broke things... and made scary noises." Ron felt a shiver run down his spine. "I've never liked anything that holds stuff with its feet since."
"Quite understandable," the Princess said, scooting over slightly towards Ron. "I'm sorry to have interrupted your first story about Monkey Fist... please continue."
Ron continued to relate tales of his adventures, describing in detail how he aquired the Mystical Monkey Powers and defeated Monkey Fist, how Kim nearly was turned into a monkey, and how he and Kim had defeated Monkey Fist on the space station. He then continued to regale the Princess with stories of how he and Kim and battled with Drakken, Shego and others.
"So, you risked your life and went it alone just so Kim could spend Christmas with her family?"
"It was no big," Ron said, stealing one of Kim's favorite quips.
The princess slid over, wrapping her arm around Ron. "You are such a caring person, you know that?"
Ron leaned up against the Princess, turning to look into her face. Her deep green eyes reminded him of Kim's, and her hair was absolutely stunning. Her face looked so soft and smooth, and Ron resisted the urge to reach out and touch it.
He looked at clock across the room: 1:00am. Suddenly he felt a sinking feeling in his gut.
"Ah, your highness?" Ron asked, "I have a little problem and I was wondering if you might have some advice?"
"Of course, Ron. And please, when we are alone, feel free to call me Jenna."
"I, uh, need to get a gift for a friend. It's her eighteenth birthday today, and I forgot all about it. She's back in Middleton, but I still need something for next time I see her."
"Is this Kim Possible by any chance?" the Princess asked, trying to continue to smiling even though her heart felt a twinge of pain. Though the Princess knew that her relationship with Ron was short-term at best because of their respective lives, it hurt to have another woman interjected into the mix, even if the comment itself had no intended malice.
"Yes, actually, it is."
******
"I'm sorry ma'am," the flight attendant said politely, "but you are going to need to turn off that cell phone." She motioned toward the communicator.
"Ma'am, it's not a cell phone, and it is extremely important that I be able to use it," Kim said, seeing Wade roll his eyes over the video link.
"Wait a minute... are you Kim Possible?" asked the flight attendant, the corners of her mouth curving up in an almost imperceptible smile.
"Yes, I am"
"The teen hero?"
"I just have a job to do, like everybody else."
"A job? No, my dear, this," the flight attendant said, pointing to herself, "is a job. What you do is a miracle." The attendant's mouth was now spread into a broad grin, something Kim got the impression didn't happen very often.
"Well, if you feel that way, then you'll understand why I need to continue to use my commun- cell phone." Kim hated to flout her reputation like that, but she tried to convince herself it was like asking for any other favor.
"Well, I suppose, being you are Kim Possible, we can make an exception. But try to make sure no one else sees your phone."
"Thanks," Kim said, returning a friendly grin. She turned back to her communicator. "Sorry Wade, what did you find?"
"You're not going to believe this. Tai Shing Pek Kwar was developed in Parmea, and evidently the King of Parmea is the Supreme Master of Tai Shing Pek Kwar."
"So, that's where Monkey Fist comes in? But how does he get to be ruler of Parmea?"
"Actually, it's quite simple. He kills the princess."